Brunch and Typing

Way fun time had today. by 11 we had several folks over, and only with reluctance did the last of the writers turn from typing to pie-eating at 3 in the afternoon. New traditions were born: in the Betazoid style of having a triangle rung at each bite of food consumed by important personages, we clutch of writers celebrated each person's completion of one thousand words by ringing a ceremonial chime and then everyone else proclaiming Huzzah! at their accomplishment.

A haiku written for the moment, and the month:

A keystroke rainfall
Words in this monsoon season
Wash minds of their doubt

Getting down and typing seriously. Note the chime on the far right.
	The silence was intense, palpable, and jsut a bit daunting. The flickering of keys, the pauses, were like looking inside a living brain and trying to spot thoughts.